the orchard, there are lots of big berries," suggested the little maid, "and the hens are eating them."
Jeli meantime was creeping off stealthily, and Mara, after standing on tiptoe to watch him disappearing in the grove, turned her back and ran home as fast as her legs would carry her.
But from that day forth they began to be friends. Mara went with her hemp to spin on to the parapet of the little bridge, and Jeli would slowly drive his cattle toward the slopes of the poggio del Bandito. At first he kept at a distance, roving around and looking from afar, with suspicion in his face, but he kept gradually edging near, with the watchful gait of a dog used to stones. When at last he joined her, they remained long hours without speaking a word, Jeli attentively watching the intricate work of the stockings which Mara's mamma had hung round her neck, or she looking on while he carved his pretty zig-zags on the almond sticks.
